Italy is serious about its quarantine. Luckily I have a dog so I can stroll at least a little without being sent home by the police. Today’s doors have been my only ones for a month.
The first two photos in the gallery are from today, taken through my window. It was raining all day with freezing wind and it was colder than in Helsinki. When I came home from the walk, I felt as if I were skiing.
The five further photos were taken in the past month. I went nowhere with the car all month and was only walking the dog for about 500 m either left or right from my home. A police car passed me only twice, but I feel as if a bomb would explode if I went any farther. In a way it might.
The rest are from previous years but all feature the doors and gates that I’ve been seeing for the last seven years, but especially now, on the daily basis. Frankly, I’m a bit fed up with them. And yet, I cannot stress enough how lucky we are to be as removed and remote.
Now, in the photos, I see again how pretty it is here. I knew that but the isolation messes with your head. And it can’t rain all the time.
Before I show you the doors, Sandy has heard of a new word: door-trait. What does it mean? Apparently people have started to pose for photographers through their doors and windows. Hence, a doorway portrait or a door-trait. Have a look. Welcome to the quarantine.